ppl

So there was this apartment building I delivered to, no numbers. I knocked on one door where I could see this woman walking around in the kitchen. I think it was the most offensive thing that had happened to her since it turned 08. Good God did she chew me out. I apologize, why don't you put some fucking numbers on the door? For rice cakes. I didn't know the pizza man knocking on the wrong door was tantamount to a telemarketer times 8, since its in person.

People. I tell ya.

left lane

That handicap symbol on your license plate doesn't remove you from the responsibility of driving...correctly. Good God, this woman in front of me went a couple mph under the speed limit for a distance (left lane mind you) before finally turning left. But did she use the middle lane for it? No-o, she braked, turned on her blinker, then moved into the center.
I remember reading a study found most people think themselves better than average drivers. I readily accept I'm average. At least, I should be average. But since everyone else is clearly below average, that then makes me truly above average. Since the average isn't all that great.


God help my blood pressure